Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

The next day.

Chen Hengyi entered the city and took a bus for a long ride around.

He took out his wallet and saw that the little golden toad was gone; it was frantically picking up money outside.

Open the wallet, and the amount of money inside is increasing at a visible rate.

He took out a dirty ruby ​​ring.

"There are definitely more opportunities in the city."

With more people, there are more lost items.

However, most of the lost items were small denomination coins, which were not very convenient for him to use.

When the bus stopped at Financial Street Station, Chen Hengyi deliberately chose a corner spot in an internet cafe.

Open the stock trading page.

The golden toad became round and plump again, lying lazily, while Chen Hengyi tapped it.

"Everything on this is tied to money. Can you eat it?"

The little cicada stared wide-eyed, but unfortunately, despite its efforts, it ended up sitting on the wallet with a dejected look, as if it had no will to live.

"Does that mean I have to go to the vicinity of the server?" Chen Hengyi frowned as he pondered.

He thought for a moment, then went to the city center, where there were several banks.

He showed Xiao Jinchan his mobile banking balance.

He said, "This is a money exchange, but they've all stored their money online. You know what an online money exchange is? It's the one I told you about before."

"This bank card is an old-fashioned silver note, the note number..."

At this moment, all the golden toad could see were the shapes of coins.

"By the way, if possible, you'd better make it as safe as possible, so as not to attract attention."

Chen Hengyi put his mobile phone and bank cards into his wallet.

The next second, the golden toad on the wallet disappeared.

Chen Hengyi immediately held his breath; he knew he had succeeded this time!

Not long after, he saw the golden toad return, this time even fatter than a ball.

But as soon as the golden toad appeared, it made a vomiting gesture inside the wallet.

vomit~

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of golden smoke was exhaled, and at the same time, the toad's body became thinner.

Chen Hengyi opened his wallet and was surprised to find a wisp of golden smoke emanating from inside.

"Is this what wealth is?"

He recalled the description in the black book: a hundred strands of wealth energy could condense into precious coins.

You can roughly understand the meaning from the name, but what can this wealth do?

How to change your fortune?

"Let's keep it for now and use it later."

Chen Hengyi took out his phone and opened the mobile banking app.

Then he saw in the transaction record that there were more than a dozen transactions, ranging from a few hundred yuan to as much as 170,000 yuan!

The source of the funds was, perhaps, bonuses?

Where did the bonus come from?

Chen Hengyi thought for a moment and concluded that this was probably Jin Chan's way of clearing his name.

At this point, his savings had reached over two million.

But this is just one of the banks.

Finally, he did a rough calculation and found that his total bank balance amounted to about ten million.

Thump! Thump thump thump!

At this moment, Chen Hengyi seemed unable to hear any external sounds; all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

Chen Hengyi grinned from ear to ear: "I'll never be short of money again."

Money is a good thing; no one will complain about not having enough money.

What's more, he became a multi-millionaire in an instant.

In the world of Mr. Zombie, he knew he probably couldn't take those gold bars and silver notes with him, so he gave them away very readily.

But at that moment, his heart was pounding.

"Stay calm, stay calm. It's just a few million. If you go to a few more places, you can get hundreds of millions."

Chen Hengyi told himself that it was no big deal, and that money would just be numbers to him in the future.

After a while, Chen Hengyi contacted the costume repairman: "How much for the fastest expedited service, even if I cut in line?"

"Mr. Chen, is that right? If you're really in a hurry, we can start tomorrow, but the price will be much higher because previous clients have also had complaints, so..."

"How many?"

"50, honey."

Chen Hengyi opened his mouth, a sudden urge rising within him to say, "Only 500,000? Who do you think you are? I'll give you a million to fix it for me tomorrow!"

But the words that were on the tip of her tongue were: "Can you make it cheaper?"

After a while, the call ended.

Chen Hengyi sighed.

Damn it, he hasn't adapted to his nouveau riche status yet!

Although his money came from thin air, he still managed to bargain down the price to 49.

Don't underestimate this small sum of ten thousand; it was all negotiated down to the price.

After resolving the issue of costumes, Chen Hengyi contacted some veteran theatrical artists.

He didn't want to practice alone; he needed to find some instructors to guide him.

.........

In the late afternoon, Chen Hengyi arrived at a temple.

Huaguang Temple.

When Chen Hengyi arrived, there were hardly any worshippers, only an old temple keeper lying in a rattan chair, wearing reading glasses and reading a book.

The temple's furnishings are somewhat old, and a life-sized statue of a deity is enshrined on the altar.

The statue of Emperor Huaguang sits solemnly on the altar. Although it is slightly dim due to its age, it still exudes an aura of majesty.

The statue has a solemn expression, a vertical eye between its brows, and holds a flaming golden spear.

Clad in golden armor and a red robe, the flame pattern on his chest was particularly eye-catching, as if it might leap out of the armor at any moment.

The temple keeper was somewhat surprised when he saw Chen Hengyi enter.

Because apart from the nearby villagers, no outsiders ever come to this place.

After all, this isn't a tourist attraction; people go elsewhere to make wishes and pray for blessings.

"Young man, you..."

Chen Hengyi glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on the donation box.

"Uncle, I've come to pay my respects to our ancestral master."

"The patriarch?" The temple keeper paused for a moment, but then realized, "Young man, are you an opera singer?"

Chen Hengyi nodded, and the temple keeper looked like he understood.

No wonder, they're opera singers.

Chen Hengyi burned incense and bowed, then smiled at the old temple keeper and said, "Uncle, I see that the temple has been in disrepair for many years, and I would like to donate some incense to help with its repairs."

Upon hearing this, the old temple keeper's cloudy eyes flashed with a glint of light. He shakily put down the book in his hand and carefully examined the ordinary-looking young man in front of him: "Repair? This...this is no small amount."

He pointed to the mottled walls and leaky roof, and said with a wry smile, "A few years ago, a typhoon blew off half the tiles, and the money for incense offerings wasn't even enough to cover the cost of repainting..."

Chen Hengyi glanced around and said with a smile, "Please make a list; I'll cover all the material and labor costs."

The old temple keeper suddenly sat up straight, his reading glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose: "Young man, don't joke around! How can this place be properly managed inside and out..." He held up four fingers.

"Four million?" Chen Hengyi raised an eyebrow.

The old temple keeper was startled: "It's forty thousand! How can this young man be joking around like this?"

The old temple keeper shook his head, thinking that Chen Hengyi was joking with him.

These days, hardly anyone believes in Huaguang Temple anymore, so people go to famous temples to pray for blessings and offer incense.

His little, dilapidated temple in the remote countryside is only worth four hundred yuan at most when someone donates.

Chen Hengyi didn't say anything, but simply asked the old temple keeper to take out his phone.

A moment later, the old temple keeper stared wide-eyed at the 100,000 yuan transfer on his phone!

"Wait, wait, wait!!"

The old temple keeper became incoherent, his hand holding the phone trembled, and his breathing became rapid.

"So many..."

Chen Hengyi saw what the other person wanted to say, but he preemptively said, "Let's leave it at that for now, old man. I'll make up for it later if it's not enough. I can't bear to see our ancestor suffer any injustice, so let's leave it at that. I'll come back in a few days."

After saying that, Chen Hengyi turned and left.

"Young man, please leave your name!"

"Chen Hengyi".

"Hengyi..." The old temple keeper muttered these two words to himself several times.

The old temple keeper looked at the transfer on his phone, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Until Chen Hengyi's figure disappeared from sight, the old temple keeper knelt on the prayer mat.

"The Great Emperor has manifested his power! Today I have met the devout believer Chen Hengyi. This young man's heart is as sincere as gold and his generosity as abundant as a spring! In all my decades of guarding this temple, I have never seen such a sincere person..."

His hand trembled as he pointed to the transfer record on his phone, as if holding a sacred object: "Ten thousand yuan in incense money, donated to this remote little temple without batting an eye! Look at these dilapidated walls and broken tiles... He actually said the ancestral master shouldn't be wronged..."

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the broken tiles onto the statue of Emperor Huaguang.

The third eye was so bright and lively that it seemed to have come alive.